Darastrix

Silence took the camp, for a minute. Rani was busy maintaining the fire, Ralf was busy preparing food from fish, while Leiron scouted his surroundings. That is until the canine that tagged along, Chop, ran towards a the other side of the shore, going straight past the entranced cursed soul.

''Someone else will go after him'' he simply couldn't be bothered, and even after he overheard some chatter about a map or such, he simply waited for them to disperse before having a look himself, but soon enough something would prompt him into action.

From the woods, emerged a magnificent creature. Relatively small in size to its kin, but still menacing in appearance. Its scales green in color, it was carrying the gnawed, chewed over remains of one of the remaining crew members of the Salty Seadog.

Everyone was quick to action, Ralf grabbed his shield and blade, while the elven archer's own dragon stood in opposition. Max simply grabbed his blade, still in its sheath, and walked briskly towards the dragon.

''Leiron, tame your beast. Ralf, put the weapon down.''
His tone was authoritative, as he leaned forward infront of the dragon.
''The traveler told us of a dragon.'' his tone a bit more gentle now.
''Do you have anything for us, little one?''

Meat. MEAT! Yumyumyumyum... Hmmh? What is that noise on the beach?

As Chop lugged his meat to where the others were, he noticed a big green bird getting yelled by the bigger bird that came with them on the ship. Chop wondered why they were so angry... Maybe the bigger bird hadn't got to eat! It was a long journey anyway!

Chop abandoned his meat on the sand and, upon reaching the fish bucket, took one in his mouth, the thought of eating it himself crossing his doggy mind. Despite this, he lay it on the ground near the bigger bird. To make sure the bird understood, he bounced his look between the bird and the fish.

"I'm not risking it. We'll detain it and figure out whether to trust it or eat it." Engara spoke.

Sampson stood beside Engara, mirroring his movement. Engara would slam his hands together, interlocking his fingers. Sand would stretch from the ground and race for the little dragon. The sand would form a casing around the dragons body and wings, leaving only the head and neck.

"We'll find out soon enough, but I think barbeque. Good things don't eat people." Engara spoke to everyone.

Thinks were going surprisingly well in this human-dragon exchange. For one, Max still had his head attached to his shoulders, and despite reluctance from Ralf, he calmed down for a minute while Leiron engaged with the fire breathing serpent, aswell.

But of course, that would be too easy. The kid pirate who took over the Salty Seadog temporarily used some of his magic to detain the dragon. Sand rose from the ground like tidal waves before engulfing the creature, leaving nothing but its head clear from sand. A very angry head.

''Oh you bloody idiot.''
Max dropped all pretense of diplomacy when he got up from his crouched position, in his haze he pushed away whoever it was behind him, his fist tightened as he approached the young man. He towered over him, being almost 6ft tall himself, he just stood there with a minute, locking eyes with the boy.

He hooked his arm lightning fast, aiming for the kid's face with his worn, brittle gauntlet.

Max chuckled at the lad.
''Do you really think I can't kill if you right now, if I wish? there are 206 bones in the human body. 7 of those can kill you. I can crack them in about 4 different ways.''
Max looked behind his shoulder for a minute, before looking back at Engara.
''And behind me is an angry mercenary, elf, dragon and mage. You either leave the dragon be or we'll do this the hard way.''

While the boys were fighting, Rani just focused on satisfying her appetite. She had gotten another fish and would cook this one better than her first, not overcooking it this time and getting it just right with the crispiness. She watched what was happening while chomping on her second helping of dinner.

"A demon", Hirhan said in a bored tone, as if he had read Max's mind. Evidently he had calmed down, at least enough to turn his attention back to the brewing battle. His tone was even and dark, a stark contrast to his usual light and stilted manner of speaking. His brow was furrowed, and his expression implacable.

"I am many things: a scholar, a magus, an enchanter... and a binder. Daemons are a power source, the core of the best relics and works of artifice. An enchantment can be blocked from the manasphere, but a curse, or a daemon weapon.... only the death of the being within can halt the power of such a tool."

With a whisper Hirhan's bag opened a sliver, and a carved wooden eye floated out.

"Imp."

His blasting rod lurched out of his sheathe, surging into his palm, which locked around it.

"Ophanim"

He held out the rod, aiming it directly at the boy.

"Fiend. Make no mistake, I have been watching you since my lenses first revealed your true nature. I have no qualms with the boy, but you have grown too brazen to ignore. You are powerful, yes. Perhaps you could take one or two of us, drowning us in your sands. But there are five of us."

His right sleeve rolled up of it's own accord, revealing his vambrace. It's lustrous surface glittered in the firelight, the gem encased within displaying a turbulent, smokey swirl of emerald wisps.

"You brought us to this island, a serendipitous event in my eyes. I care not for your purposes here, but I would request of you that you seek different company than our band. Your men are dead, but I'm sure there is someone willing to meet with you here. I won't make threats, it is unbecoming of me. But Ralf here's armor is unenchanted, and I think a fiend would make an excellent power source..."

Lerion had silently moved away from Asadobres who was now trying to comfort the young dragon. He stood behind Ralf, training on the boat with him allowed him some insight into what Ralf was planning and when the Varan charaged, Leiron was right behind him. Magic was flowing from the elf into the spear, whick slowly started to glow blue. Leiron's spear could reach past Ralf and strike like a third hand and the elf was more than agile enough to maneuver around the varan in battle.

A large solid mythril shield supported with a long mythril spear and some team work would be a mean combonation. That combined with Lerion putting magic into his spear for a magically enhanced strike.

Leiron halted his charge, grabbing Ralf's shoulder to slow him down and not shield bash the sand mage. He decided to address everyone their, a rare showing of authority from the elf, "Everyone listen, unless a dragon attacks us or one of the group, do NOT strike first. These creatures are sentient. They can speak and if word tells of a strange group of people coming to the island, THEIR island, and started killing their young..." His words trailed off, it was obvious the next thing he would say and he felt no need to speak of death their own deaths. He has the most direct experience with dragons out of the group, he hoped they would heed his words.